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Chapter five – The Moon

The wind howled at the windows, throwing leaves and twigs around. Rain tried its best to enter the rooms, lashing at the glass. Inside the Last Homely House, deep in the Hall of Fire, sat the family of Elrond with Legolas Greenleaf.

It had been several weeks since Legolas had been in Imladris. Currently he was perched on top of the bookcase, deeply engaged in the book he was reading. Over in a corner of the room the twins were playing chess. They had played three games already and had managed to draw all the time. Celebrian was quietly reading, watching her daughter over the top of her book. Arwen was currently trying to talk her father into letting her start sword training. Finally Elrond had had enough.

"You can start with a sword when you reach ten!" ha sighed. Arwen hugged him.

"Legolas, would you please come down from there?" asked Elrond of the blonde elfling. The twins stopped their game and watched. Legolas put his book down and gracefully stepped of the top. He landed neatly on his feet and turned to Elrond with a grin. Elrond glanced up and saw the book the elfling had left.

"Oh, sorry!" smiled Legolas as he turned and quickly made his way up the bookcase. In mere seconds he was back on the ground with the book. He put it down and made his way over to the elf lord.

"Who is Isil?" he asked quietly. Celebrian put down her book and looked up.

"Who told you about Isil?" asked Elrond, looking over at his wife.

"Liadan whispered her name. Tell me of Isil please," the little elfling wormed his way onto Elrond's lap. The twins were now sitting in front of the fire, watching their father.

"Ok, then lets make it a story." And so Elrond sat in the hall and told his children of Isil, the moon.

Thranduil had never known more joy then his beautiful wife. Now he was blessed with twin daughters. The first had the same dark hair as her mother; they gave her the name Liadan, the grey lady. It was his second daughter that was most beloved of him; she had the same golden hair as him, and the same inner beauty of her mother. To her, he gave the name Isil, for she was beautiful like the moon.

There could not have been more different twins. Elder Liadan was always messy, no matter what she did; the dirt was attracted to her. Isil never seemed to get dirty. She and Liadan loved to create mischief wherever they went. The court of Greenwood loved their princesses for it was said that Sarlinna could not have another child. So the girls were greatly cherished.

For their 6th birthday, Thranduil and Sarlinna asked them what they wanted. Liadan asked for a baby brother. She was refused. Each year, when asked what they wanted, Liadan always gave the same answer. Isil saw how this upset her father and always asked for something she knew she could get. So Thranduil's love for his golden haired daughter grew.

Then disaster struck. For their 8th birthday, Isil asked for a baby brother. Her wish was granted, Sarlinna was with child.

When it was nearing the time of the birth, the twins went to play with their wooden swords by the edge of the woods. They laughed and giggled, not noticing the nearing danger. Goblins had been sneaking up on them while they played. Too late did Liadan notice the arrow, she screamed.

Isil, beautiful Isil felt the arrow hit her in the back. Stunned she felt Liadan grip her arm and drag her to safety. They were rushed to the healing wing where Sarlinna and Thranduil watched over their dieing daughter. When she felt the hour of her death draw near, Isil spoke to Liadan.

"Dan you must watch over our brother, do not give up, he will need your love!" whispered the child.

"No Isil, you will get better!" sobbed Liadan.

"I fear our brother will need lots of love, he will need yours most of all, Adar will not always be there for him and only you can teach him the use of the bow!" sadly smiled Isil. Liadan kissed her sisters cheek and drew back, thinking of what her dieing sister had said.

As Isil drew her last breath, Sarlinna gave birth to her last child. Liadan smiled when she saw the baby. He had the same golden hair as Isil and the same inner beauty.

"Legolas," she named him, "I will always be there to protect you!"

As the years passed, all Thranduil saw when he looked at his youngest was Isil. So overcome with the death of his most loved child, he could not love this one as much. True he did all he could to make the child happy but he didn't love him. Then when Sarlinna and Liadan died, he snapped. All that was left to him was the walking ghost of Isil; he could not find it in his heart to love the child anymore. The child who had been born in the hour Isil died, the child who had lived while Liadan and Sarlinna died, the child Isil had asked for. But he couldn't abandon it, so he sent Legolas where he new he would be loved. He sent Legolas to Imladris.

Far away, on that same storm night in Mirkwood, Thranduil sat in Isil's room and cried. He could not understand how the gods could be so cruel to him. He could not understand that Isil had asked for a brother, knowing she would die, knowing her brother would be like her in looks and spirit. For you see, Isil knew she would never live past eight birthdays, she asked for a brother so that her father would not grieve so much, she wanted her brother to be there and remind Thranduil of the happy times. Thranduil could not understand this. He only wanted his beautiful daughter back.

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Coming up next…Legolas goes swimming…well at least he is meant too!

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